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So my father is here, helping fix up the house, fitting new locks, pulling off my skirting boards etc. And he brings some tea, as I don't have any (bare cupboards). Yorkshire Tea. An acquired taste, he says, as I pull faces drinking it.
Mustard comes round later and I offer tea, which he pulls a face at when he sips it.
'It's an acquired taste,' I tell him.
It tastes a bit like off-milk, as an aftertaste. I'm not sure I'll ever acquire it. Nor is he. It makes my mouth go a little numb, in fact.
Knowing my father, a thought occurs. I say, 'So, how old is that tea then, Dad?'
'Not sure,' he says, 'I found it in the back of the cupboard.'
As I get up to examine the box he shouts after me, 'Tea doesn't go off!'
There isn't a date on the box I can see, but there is a special offer on the side, to send off for a nice, limited edition teddy bear, provided that your entry arrives before the closing date of 31st August..... 1999.